Thursday, June 17, 2010

How Do You Console A Man Who's Just Injured Himself By Tackling His Own Team Mate?

It's one of the great philosophical questions.

I don't mean to stick the knife in, but I'm glad Big Philly is gone. Sometimes, watching him, I felt I was witnessing the sporting equivalent of all the embarrassing and awkward moments of my own life. Perhaps I should feel an affinity with the guy.

But I can't. It's hard enough to watch Arsenal these days without being reminded of my status as a social retard by their lumbering, error-prone centre backs.

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